Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

There is no tombstone in the tomb, and I don't know whose it is, but there is a dish on it with rotten fruit in it.

And next to the fruit sat a man, who was short, sitting there with his head down, looking like a child from a distance.

But when the little monk came up behind him and poked him in the back with the stick in his hand, the curled up man came back and showed a sharp face.

"Here you are?" As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was shrill. It was the man who wandered in the corridor last night, that is, the evil way with the little monk.

The little monk put down the basket, looked up at the sky through the bamboo, and said, "I have to hurry back and get that thing out quickly."

"I'm just a mortal. I'm going to die soon. Why put too much emotion on him?" The evil way says in the mouth, but side body took out beside.

Yuan Xun stopped for a moment, raised his feet and approached. He saw that there was a black hole in the side of the tomb, and the evil way was just stretching out his hand in the hole.

Soon, Yaodao took out something wrapped in cloth. It should be a Buddha statue.

It's not the first time to say this. For the demons, the life span of mortals is short, and it's not worth their staying.

At the beginning, the young monk was able to take care of the cooperation between the two people. He laughed and sneered. He reached for the Buddha statue wrapped in cloth and said, "don't mind your own business."

The evil way light Chi a, in the eyes once delimited disdain of facial expression, but didn't continue to say what.

The little monk took away the cloth from the Buddha statue to reveal the wooden Buddha statue inside.

Song echo had described the Buddha statue to them before. It was carved by Song Wei himself from an old tree root in the mountains. Song Wei was not good at it.

So the Buddha statue is not delicate, but because of the sincerity of the carving, it seems to be compassionate, and it has been worshipped by incense for many years in the temple on the top of the mountain.

There is not only the power of belief, but also the smell of mountains.

All in all, it feels very comfortable.

But now the Buddha statue that the little monk held in his hand, that kind of comfortable breath has been very weak, and the whole Buddha statue is very dark, looks a little dirty.

As soon as I saw it, I knew that the Buddha had been polluted by evil Qi, or because of other reasons, the Buddha's nature had dissipated. If it took a long time, it would probably split directly.

Once the Buddha statue is completely cracked, that is, it will lose its effectiveness, then Song Wei, who is hiding in it, has nowhere to hide and can only show up.

Just when Yuan Xun and Rong Shen were thinking about this, the little monk covered the head of the Buddha with one hand and wrapped it in the palm.

At the same time, the pale gold light mixed with some cyan aura poured into the little monk's palm from the Buddha statue.

The little monk is absorbing the power of belief and aura of this Buddha statue.

When Yuan Xun, who was watching the scene, slightly raised his eyebrows, Rong Shen also raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

But her eyes are on the chessboard, outsiders see will only think that she is because of watching two people playing chess and revealed emotions.

Rong Shen didn't expect that the little monk could absorb the aura and Buddha nature from the Buddha statue to himself, and maybe it could be used for her own use, but she didn't notice the aura from the little monk at first.